Inside a serene natural grocery store in Mill Valley, California, Dr. Jen Gunter is scowling at the women’s health aisle. “What’s wrong with the way the vagina smells?” she scoffs, looking over the topical wipes, creams, and washes promising to resolve undesired aromas. “There are no products here to make balls smell better.” Gunter whips […]https://www.motherjones.com/media/2019/08/wellness-goop-jen-gunter
Dr. Jen Gunter Wants to Protect Your Vagina From Gwyneth Paltrow
Someone needs to come up with a Patchouli/THC spray…and then, I’ll be interested!
“Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable.” by Woody Allen.
Open the package, Mum, open the package…I want to see what’s inside.
My Adopt-A-Mother told I had been allergic to tampons at a young age. Something to do with my genetic make-up or dirty women wear those filthy things…
Not really sure which.
My concern had been modeling naked?
How would I address that situation?
I don’t want to point out the obvious but if there is no stone to hold back the dam…the waters run free…if you know what I mean.
Now as an adult, I feel I can make those important feminine hygiene product decisions on my own.
I want to branch out. Not scented. Not slender. Not dyed to be toxic. Something simple…
So I came across bio-degradable tampons yet not quite the small triumphant for ambiguous Ambien Grace…As I had hoped.
How is the whole thing done?
You know what it come with instructions!
Must go…there are words I don’t get and need to Google.
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